Mirrors reflect an image long gone.

Believe in illusions, that is what our mind does.

In present the past lies in the echo

and only the future can bring the echo to us.

And we dream of truth and wisdom,

'til we find the lies within them.

Our minds, designed 'round the unconscious

run like a clockwork to keep illusions awake.

Mirrors reflect an image long gone

and to realize would cause the clockwork to break.

And we walk through our dimension,

holding tight to our illusion,

we are sleeping...

And we dream of truth and wisdom,

'til we find the lie within them,

when we walk through our dimension,

holding tight to our illusion.

Mirrors